On hope and doubt.
Well, since these strange almost-forgotten bedfellows have made themselves recently relevant, what can I say about them?
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On hope and doubt, I have this to say:
No thought, no reflection, no analysis, no cultivation, no intention; let it settle itself.
Anticlimactic, I know, but I don't have a flare for drama and, besides, anticlimactic does not make it less true.
So, let's tie them together, this bundles of nerves and sleeplessness and disorientation and grasping touch; let's see what we have made of this handholding of hope and doubt and uncertainty and certainty and love:
If you understand, things are just as they are... If you do not understand? Things are just as they are.
Good morning, my dears.
...
On hope and doubt, I have this to say:
No thought, no reflection, no analysis, no cultivation, no intention; let it settle itself.
Anticlimactic, I know, but I don't have a flare for drama and, besides, anticlimactic does not make it less true.
So, let's tie them together, this bundles of nerves and sleeplessness and disorientation and grasping touch; let's see what we have made of this handholding of hope and doubt and uncertainty and certainty and love:
If you understand, things are just as they are... If you do not understand? Things are just as they are.
Good morning, my dears.
posted by Ladarna Daorsa at 1/23/2008
3 Comments:
"No thought, no reflection, no analysis, no cultivation, no intention; let it settle itself."
I tried to remind you of this when I reminded you of that July. But, you had to find it for yourself again.
If you understand, things are just as they are... If you do not understand? Things are just as they are.
Welcome back.
when I reminded you of that July.
That was an interesting comparison, when you made it. The similarities are striking and I suppose we'll see her again, there, not seeing herself see herself, in another few years?
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